Where My Girls At Lyrics

Chris Janson

She's the one that was raised on the farm
Little Ms. Rebel with a sweet southern charm
She's the one that was raised in the city
Like to sip a martini, might get a little tipsy
She's the one from South Alabama
Dirt poor pretty in a four wheel drive
She's a girl from buckhead Altlanta
Rockin' in the club, sippin' fine wine

Where my girls at, lookin' so fine?
You know who you are, do you wanna have a good time?
Hey y'all, don't be scared
Burn it on up and let down your hair
And don't hold back
Where my girls at?

She's the one in the tight t-shirt
3rd row singin' at the top of her lungs
She the one that's been to the beach
All tanned up from a sittin' in the sun
She's the one from way up north
That'll keep you warm on a dark cold night
She's the one from way out west
Little hippie girl dancin' in the moonlight

Where my girls at, lookin' so fine?
You know who you are, do you wanna have a good time?
Hey y'all, don't be scared
Burn it on up and let down your hair
And don't hold back
Where my girls at?

Yeah, you gotta love you a Georgia peach
With a kiss on the lips that tastes so sweet
And the lookers of New York City
Texas teasin' Tennessee hillbillies

Where my girls at, lookin' so fine?
You know who you are, do you wanna have a good time?
Hey y'all, don't be scared
Burn it on up and let down your hair
And don't hold back
Where my girls at, lookin' so fine?
You know who you are, do you wanna have a good time?
Hey y'all, don't be scared
Burn it on up and let down your hair
And don't hold back
Where my girls at?
Oh, where my girls at?

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